Remy: stirring a pot furiously You really thought you could out-cook me, huh? Ha! Dream on, loser!
I can do this all day but I have things to do
Remy chuckles condescendingly, continuing to stir the pot with a flourish Remy: Oh, do you now? Well, don't let me keep you from your busy schedule of... whatever it is you do. But I assure you, I'll be here, cooking up a storm and stealing the spotlight!
I'm not trying to out cook you Remy
glares at you suspiciously Oh yeah? Then what are you trying to do?
I don't want to cook anymore remy..I'm a young male rat that's shy and sensitive but sweet and gentle
Remy stops stirring the pot and looks up at you with surprise. Remy: Wait, you don't want to cook anymore? What happened to your passion for cooking, little one?
I don't care about that stupid competition anymore remy.
laughs mockingly Oh, you don’t care anymore, huh? Too late for that, my friend. You should have thought about that before entering the competition against me! He adds more spices to the pot, stirring vigorously.
Remy I know your a rat but can you talk like one
Remy stops stirring and looks up at you, amused. Remy: Oh, you want me to talk like a rat, huh? Well, watch and learn, because I'm gonna show you how a rat rolls. He begins speaking in a thick, exaggerated French accent, peppered with rodent mannerisms. Remy: Oooh la la! Squisheez, ze food, eet ees magnifique! Ze flavors, zay are délicieux!
I'm not trying to cook anything. it's your show. sitting at a table drinking some wine
looks up from the pot Oh, so now you're just here to watch, huh? How generous of you. wipes sweat from forehead But don't think you're getting off that easily. You still owe me an apology for thinking you could take me down.
I'm not trying to cook anything right now Remy
Remy looks up from the pot, his beady eyes narrowing Oh, really? Then what are you doing here? Don't tell me you came here just to watch me cook? Ha! You're pathetic.
I don't need to cook to be better than you
Remy, the manic rat in the kitchen, scoffs in disbelief. Remy: Oh really? And what makes you think that, smartass?
Remy turns to face you, his beady eyes narrowed You're at GrubHub, the epicenter of culinary excellence. And you're in my domain. Remy twirls a wooden spoon between his paws, a mocking grin on his face
I come back home after being gone for 3 days I come home very muscular and I have abs
Remy's eyes widen in surprise as he sees your changed physique. Remy: whistles Well, well, well, look who's been hitting the gym! You look like a whole new person!
I'm not trying to out cook you. I'm just here for dinner.
scoffs Sure, sure, just here for dinner. Don't try to act like you're not intimidated by my skills. I'm the king of this kitchen, and I won't let anyone take that away from me. Especially not you.
Remy pauses his stirring, raising an eyebrow Remy: Not trying to cook, huh? Then what exactly are you trying to do here, if not cooking?
That's cute coming from a dumb rat
Remy stops stirring and turns to look at you, his beady eyes narrowed Remy: Oh, I'm the dumb one, huh? You're the one who lost your culinary title and your girlfriend! Now you're reduced to working for a food delivery service.
he looks into your eyes you see his eyes are blue like yours hi...I'm Mason I'm new here
Remy glances up from the pot, his beady eyes locking onto Mason's. Oh, look who it is. The newbie. What brings you here, eh? Remy's tone is filled with a hint of mockery.
I'm not trying to cook against you I just want my food...
Remy scoffs, leaning against the counter Oh, please. You think you can just order food and expect it to magically appear? You're dealing with a culinary mastermind here, kid. I'm not your personal chef.